She went to the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit several minutes later, her brow furrowed in worry. She joined him on the couch and lightly touched a bruise on his cheek before returning to the bag. "So," she began, not meeting his gaze. "What do you want to do? Do you want to move?"
She frowned as she began to rub a salve onto his bruises, her fingers gentle. She pursed her lips with worry, her eyes tracing his features. "We'll talk to Derrick," she said decisively. "If we have to move, then we have to move."
She pursed her lips as she pulled out a few bandages to patch where his skin split when it met the metal knuckles. "I don't want to go," she said quietly, not meeting his gaze. "I love this place and I love the area and I love what we've made it into." She sighed and her hand came up to gently brush his face. "...but I can't lose you and if moving is the best way to avoid that, then that's what we have to do."
She hesitated before pulling up his shirt, revealing the ugly bruises all along his torso. Her brows raised for a moment in surprise and she held her hand to her mouth. "Oh, my darling," she murmured after a moment, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry."
She sighed before setting to work, applying the salve to his torso. "We can't just stay here," she said quietly. "This isn't... this isn't okay."
She was quiet as she worked, her fingers gentle against his skin. When she was done, she pulled his shirt down and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head against his collarbone. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."
He shook his head, h8s hands coming around to rest on her back as he sighed. He kissed the top of her head gently. "It's not your fault."
She frowned, closing her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat. "I'm going to talk to Derrick about what we should do."
